[Delphini]

Dinorah has been searching for the surviving Gold Tribe for what seemed like forever, at least to her. The most recent rumors about their accomplishments and sightings gave her a rough idea of where they may be, but it would take a lot of relentless searching, luck, or perhaps a little of both, for her to find them, as like her, they weren't exactly trying to advertise their location to the world. It would seem though, that luck was on her side, as she walked out onto what looked like the site of a battle, a fresh one at that judging by the acrid scent of burnt flesh coming from the pile of bodies and the tracks left everywhere.

Having lived the last two years trying to avoid the ancients of the Silver Tribe, Dinorah had made a point to learn about tracks. She didn't know the tracks of every ancient, but she could recognize some of the different types. As she made her way around the perimeter of the battle torn area, looking for any tracks entering or leaving the area, she found bunch of tracks that looked like they belonged to an assortment of ancients, going in one direction, and more tracks belonging to several types of Pokemon, going in a different direction. She stopped and blinked, glancing at the two paths. "Did they meet, fight, and then each go their separate ways?" She wondered to herself in a confused tone.

As confusing as the lack of a clear winner after what looked like a brutal battle was, with both sides seemingly calmly walking away from the scene, she decided to follow the tracks of the smaller group of Pokemon, but first she would rest for the night. She awoke before the crack of dawn and continued at a hurried pace. As the light of day began to filter through the trees, she began to make out several figures in the distance, a campsite. Knowing to be careful in case this was not the Gold Tribe, she slowed as she grew near, and stayed out of sight for now, watching and listening to know for sure before she revealed herself of her own accord.